But there was something in the way she moved-- the way she blinked too slowly when she looked at me-- that was untamed and inviting.Something wild about her black eyes that was mysterious and sophisticated.Once contact was made, I couldn't tear away.

It drove me insane.And I hated it.

I hated that sickening high school curiosity, the hormonal excitement I thought I had outgrown.It was unbearable.

She was like a drug.

The only drug that didn't work for me.The only drug that made me feel more alive."

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D.ďAnd with that, she continuedher slow,softdiscovery

tracing down my trachea and rising sternumunrolling me like a ball of twineexploring me with every inch of her bodyand making my body dance against its willto the ebbing of her hips

I really want to make some deep meaningful comment on this picture because it's been sitting in my inbox, being beautiful and impressive and begging for a comment. Maybe something about the contrast between the rich, refined painting style and the scratchy, loose style... but I can't brain today, I have much of teh dumb. So will you accept a fav instead, even though it hardly expresses how much I like this picture?

You make such beautiful puzzles for me to decode. Or try, anyway.Most interesting parts of Morgan's poem - the "broken people... I try to avoid" and "the only drug that didn't work for me". As in the other pictures, I get the feeling that Morgan has encountered far too many broken people in her personal life. The stitches on her throat that connect her to the plane of lines seem related to that - an unwanted reminder of how she too is healing, that she needs to heal. The drug bit - I don't think Morgan is a drug addict. Not to recreational drugs, anyway. She's too here, too real, to convey that feeling of scraping together for the next hit. Maybe prescription drugs. Or alcohol. Something mood-deadening, to help her past her pain and the pains she can do nothing about. Morgan's an adult, and while she doesn't like things being out of her control, she also dislikes being made to hope again. That wonderful feeling of discovery doesn't belong in her current life.Her picture is utterly gorgeous. I love the soft volume of it, especially her hair and the shades of her skin and her neck, how they're full and organic, inviting the viewer to linger. It's such a contrast to the lines she's bound to at the neck. I stand by my "full of life" comment, but this essence of her seems to conflict with her reality, as she's stitched into the lines and there's an edge of red along her neck, as though she's bleeding. Dominique is another matter altogether. Her speech is much more loose and visual and creative, and I commend you for making their personalities so distinct. From this, I gather that Dominique lives much more in her thoughts than Morgan and that she's more comfortable with the abstract. Existence also seems to be a theme with her - "corporeal form", "consciousness", what it's like to die (loss of existence). Her picture continues the theme, with her neck starting off as scribbles of line and color, slowly gaining definition, though she's never quite as organically defined as Morgan. Unlike Morgan, she does not have a plane of lines/reality to come out from - she gains form from nothingness. Even the lines that cross her area start to be broken, as though they're unsure. And while Morgan's hair looks like a swirl in the current, Dominique's hair and tipped-back head look like she's falling through water, out of control, drowning (in sensation, if the poem is to be believed). Both her position and her poem speak to a certain lack of control - but it's different from Morgan's. Dominique seems to be wondering at it, commenting on it, while Morgan is frustrated by it and taking action to redefine herself. (And may I just say that I love Dominique's hair, it looks like tendrils of ink spilled drop by drop into water.)The most fascinating part is the splash of color - the red almost connecting them. Red symbolizes many things, of course, and it may symbolize life or blood here. But the way Dominique's neck looks - like ripped fabric, and the red is spilling out like a fraying ribbon. Not like blood, more like tendrils of her essence. And they're reaching towards Morgan's, whereas Morgan's tendrils look more... purposeful, smooth lines with fewer curves, like growing plants out of her blood. Dominique's looks involuntary, like a reaction, while Morgan's look like they want this to happen. And to bring in another reference, when the tendrils finally meet, it could mean sharing life/blood - or it could be the Eastern legend of the red string that connects two people who are meant to be. Only Morgan and Dominique aren't following that thread, they're weaving it, as they drift closer and closer.That's all I've got for now! Take your time on this project, it seems to be one of those ideas that likes to grow in dark corners and only needs the occasional watering. Much less immediacy. But you've grown so much as an artist and a writer. It's amazing.

AND YOU ALWAYS LEAVE SUCH WONDERFUL COMMENTS FOR ME TO READeven if my replies are always late as hell

You're very close on a lot of things, but you may be a little surprised by Morgan You've got all the right ideas, but you're missing one important component to both of them: Myths.There's also the inversion of existence (bodily vs spiritual) that goes into their relationship.

I know you're also turning over the possibility that Mor and Dom are in a sexual/ace relationship (though that ties heavily into the idea of substance and existence)But the ultimate idea is completion in the other.I'll let you turn that over

Thank you so much btw, for saying I've grown. I definitely feel it myself... makes me happy for all the things that have happened up until now

... Listening to the music... Reading your poem... staring at the art...Emotions... I can't... Too many of them...Funny thing is I want to write songs like that but now I feel like I won't be able to XDAnd omigoodness I got a playing-card effect from how you set this out, like two Queens sort of thing and I'm not sure where I'm going with that thought this is why language analysis at the end of a school day is never a good thingBut this is as amazing as ever! I love the sepia-colour choices for this, it's just... Contrast and sepia makes everything alright Keep it up. Everything. Juggle your work, art and poetry and everything, seriously, you're amazingly talented and gifted

I hadn't long ago though about this!! ;u; And I was wondering when I would see them again lol Also I think I had a dream recently with these two. Anyhoot, I love the different tones of value in this and how smooth the color looks. Amazing job as always, Ty!!

I REALLY love this piece Ty, REALLY love itI just can't really explain it in words, but it is really beautiful and just SPECTACULAR AND FJDSKLGFNJNSDGHI missed you and your artit's nice to see you popping back in